We were the Spice Boys.
If you don’t know where you’re going, any road’ll take you there.
I’m grateful to myself and those closest to me me for having given me that non-material base that means I’m a happy man, one who doesn’t have to compete or engineer projects he doesn’t have his heart in.
Home life is best for me. But I do enjoy the company of good friends whether from long ago or newer friends who only know me as George, not the ex-Beatle.
I’m not in the habit of having my photo snapped on some pretty young thing’s arm. I avoid pictures because they serve no purpose, except to point out each new line, which is very meaningless.
I consider myself perfectly normal, and I don’t know of any part of my life that would be so unusual as to interest the idly curious.
No-one knows what I do in my private, spare time, so I don’t see why anyone would assume I’m celibate or somehow turning into a Garboesque character.
I do believe in growing old gracefully, and when the time comes that I would look silly performing on stage, I’ll be prepared to give it up without regrets.
I don’t feel the need for unusual or glamorous foods like caviar, and I tend more towards ordinary, satisfying food.
As a Beatle, my everyday life belonged to the public in one way or another. We were always appearing for the public in the early days, or we were planning for them, producing for them, interviewing for their sake, etc.
I don’t believe in telling all to the public, but I feel a certain gratitude to them for having provided me with a fine material base that enables me to do pretty much what I want, possibly, for the rest of my life.
It’s wonderful to look back and think you were part of a force that shaped modern music and influenced the public in so many ways. However, that’s all in the past.
I’ve always wanted to lead an ordered, relatively conventional and private life.
Just as a fisherman cannot catch fish unless his line is in the water, a wildlife photographer cannot shoot great wildlife images unless he or she is out there with camera in hand and the knowledge of what to do then the ‘magnificent moment’ occurs.
If you’re listening, I’m the walrus, too.
You do what you can – can’t do much more than that.
I’m sitting here doing nothing but ageing while my guitar gently weeps.
The speech of flowers excels the flowers of speech.
I always felt sorry for Elvis ’cause he was on his own. He had his guys with him, but there’s only one Elvis. Nobody else knew what he felt like.
That really is strange when you consider the whole planet, and all the planets there may be on the physical level... how do I come to that family in that house at that time and who am I anyway?
Everyone’s Got To Be Somewhere.